Warning: Sex

Jay breathes in the scene of sea air again, opens his eyes to white cotton and sees a tawny shoulder facing away from him. He reaches forward, expecting the same, but a pair of blue eyes meet his.

"Oh come on," Jay mutters

Dick gives him a warm smile.

"Disappointed?"

"Expecting someone else."

Dick pouts. But Jay slides forward. If it's a dream, might as well savor it. He presses his body to Dick's, his lips to his. But the body next to him goes stiff. He pulls back, and green eyes meet him.

"Time to wake up, Jaybird."

Jason jolts awake, blinking his eyes, confused at the mass of pale flesh in front of him.

'Uh..'

"Jaybird."

'Oh no.'

"If you're done making out with my back-."

'Roy?'

"That'd be great."

Jason released him, quickly scooting away and doing a mental check. Did he and Roy have sex? Not sure. Is he wearing pants? Boxers. Toss up. Did he drink last night? Definietly.

'Fuck.'

"Roy." Jason begins "What are you doing in my bed?"

Roy pauses for a moment before shrugging.

"I dunno."

Jason stares at him blankly.

"Kori kicked you out, didn't she?"

"Fucked me first. Not sure if that makes it better or worse."

Jason flops on his back.

"So, your bed is more comfy than the couch..."

"No."

X

Jason is 21 and it's summer in Gotham and he is fucking Dick to the point of screaming in a Gotham City alleyway at dusk. He knows he should quiet him, tell him to shut his pretty boy mouth lest someone stumble upon Bruce Wayne's ward, the pure and perfect Dick Grayson, being bent over behind a dumpster.

But Jason can't think of anything but how hot Dick is around him. How he mewls when Jason goes slow, sliding his cock in and out at a tortuous pace.

His grip on Dicks hip is going to leave bruises. He knows it. It always does. But Dick is giving back as good as he's getting, gripping the brick in front of them and pushing back against Jason's thrusts, clenching when Jason pulls out, pulling groans out of both of them.

It's hot. A record breaking heat wave. And dirty. A filthy alley that hadn't been cleaned in years. But Jason can't help but think that Dick is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Fisting his cock, pre-cum leaking and dribbling over his fingers, mouth spewing words Jason wasn't even aware he knew.

Soon, Jason begins to feel his belly coiling tight, toes curling in his boots (big mistake, given the weather) and he fucks Dick faster, finally giving him what he needs.

"Fuck, shit. Jay. I'm gonna-."

'Goddamn right you're gonna."

"Hnng gonna-." And then Dick came with a groan, spattering his fist and the wall. Jay tumbled over after him, a few strokes later, spilling into the condom. Dick wobbles a bit, so Jason pulls him into his chest, planting kisses on his neck and jaw. Dick chuckles, nestling into them.

"If I'd known Disney musicals got you this excited, I would've taken you to see one a long time ago."

Dick groans as Jason pulls out, tosses the condom in the dumpster. He flashes back to the first time. In the manor, of all places, on the floor of the TV room, grinding against each other. Dick sucking the taste of stale popcorn off his fingers.

"Oh you know me," Jason says, zipping up and fastening his belt "There's just something about cartoon rabbits that really get me going."

Dick rolls his eyes, running a hand through his hair to smooth it, bringing it back to immaculate in a ridiculously brief amount of time.

"You know, part of me wouldn't be surprised. You did try and give me a handy during the forest chase scene."

"I was looking for the popcorn!"

"Under my balls?"

Jason chuckles and knocks his shoulder against Dick's, who shoots him a warm glance.

"Let's go get ice cream."

X

Jason is 21 and he's sucking 90-year-old Pinot out of Dick's belly button. Jason is 21 and Dick is fully naked on the floor beneath him, and biting his fingers to keep from moaning.

"We're in the basement, you twit." Jason mutters, his mouth lingering on a particularly sweet spot on Dick's nipples.

"This whole house-." He sucks in a hiss as Jason uses the hand not currently pouring wine down his chest to jack him slowly "Echos" He groans out.

Jason shrugs. Can't argue with that. Still, it was a Wayne Enterprises gala, the upstairs filled with politicians and celebrities and socialites. The house was bustling with staff and bursting with heat. So the boys escaped (Escaped is putting it lightly. In truth, Jason threatened to keep sexting Dick until he ran off with him. Pesky, but Dick looked amazing in a tux so who could blame him?) to the wine cellar, the extra hidden part that only Alfred was allowed into.

"They won't hear us," Jason says, sliding down Dick's body, mouthing at the head of his cock and pressing hard against his hole "Be as loud as you want."

Dick seems to take that invitation to heart and lets out a loud keen, which, to his (and one supposes, Jason's) credit it echoes through the cavern. Jason chuckles, the vibration sending tingles through Dick, who shudders.

However, Jason's not one to push his luck and knows it won't be long before they (more accurately, Dick) are missed, so he decides not to press his luck and gets to work, sucking Dick down and opening him up.

"Jaybird," Dick pants, and it's so sexy the sound crawls right to his balls and Jason can't help but hum his agreement.

Dick's back arches and his breath comes faster and Jason goes all out. He hears Dick's breath hitch then:

"Jason."

Jason ignores him, continues searching for his prostate.

"Jason." Dick says, slightly more urgently "Ja-." He hisses out when Jason finally finds it.

Jason hums his agreement.

"No. Jay."

'Huh?'

"Ahem."

'Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck fuckity fuck.'

A chill runs down Jason's spine and he freezes, unsure of what to do. Does he take Dicks dick - heh- out of his mouth? Pretend it was an accident? 'Gee, Sorry there Alfie but you see, I tripped and poured $2000 wine all over Dick and he slipped and fell on my fingers and well who wants to waste good wine-.'

"Might I suggest pairing that wine with a nice duck?" Alfred says "And not licking it off Master Richard like a kitten?"

"Oh come on, Alfred." Jason says around Dicks dick, which elicited a muffled groan from the later "I'm a fully grown cat, at least."

Alfred looks between the two of them, his cool veneer letting nothing go. Jason swears he's more intimidating than Bruce.

"At least do me the dignity of savoring the rest of the bottle from a glass." He says, turning on his heel "Master Richard, Master Bruce has begun to notice your absences."

Fuck.

Would Alfred-.

And just like that, he disappears into the darkness.

Jason glances down at Dick's largely wilted erection and removes his fingers and stands, looking for something to clean himself with.

X

Later, after the party has died down and ended, Jason sits on a balcony in a rarely used guest bedroom, watching the last few limos pull away, drinking the rest of the bottle (from a glass, like Alfred requested).

He knows he should leave. Knows he should've snuck away in the crowd, changed his number, burned his safe houses and disappeared until they stopped looking for him. Again. After all, he had been caught with his head between his big brother's legs. He could feel the disappointment and seething anger that would be on Bruce's face when he realizes how often he's been bending over his golden boy on every surface available.

'And sucking $2,000 wine off his cock' Jason chuckles to himself, finishing off the glass and pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to relieve some of the tension there.

He feels Dick before he hears him, tacky as that may be, but doesn't allow himself to react to his presence. Just forces his eyes forward at the last of the brake lights in the distance. Dick stands behind him for a time, seemingly gauging his mood before stepping forward and grabbing the bottle, bringing it to his lips.

Jason raises an eyebrow.

Dick takes his glass and fills it.

"You realize this means we're done, right?"

Dick pauses, glass halfway to his lips. His calm veneer breaking for a microsecond that anyone not trained by the Bat would've missed, before taking a long drink.

"Nah." He says, simply

Jason turns to him.

"Alfred caught us."

"Yep."

"Alfred-."

"Probably already knew, knowing him." Dick says, taking another drink.

Jason gives a quick agreeing shrug. Given Alfred's utter lack of reaction outside of annoyance at what he saw as a waste of good wine (though Jason would argue that it 'complimented the flavor. Though, Jason could eat Brussels sprouts off Dick and think he complimented the flavor) it was likely that he'd figured it out some time ago.

"Still. You think he's not telling Bruce right now?"

Dick shrugs, taking another long drink.

"Dunno."

Jason twitched.

"How can you be so calm about this?" He forces himself to whisper, though it came out as more of a hiss.

Dick shrugs.

"Doesn't change anything?"

"Doesn't change anything?" Jason repeats, voice raising inspite of himself "Doesn't change- This changes everything. Do you really think Bruce is-."

But Dick is on him before he can get the sentence out, hands threading in his hair and kissing him deeply. Jason tries unsuccessfully to swallow a moan. Dick tastes like the wine, fruity with just the right amount of spice, like himself. Smelled like over priced cologne and traces of Jason's shampoo, re-affirming Jason's accusation that Dick had stolen it from his apartment. Was so warm that Jason couldn't help but press his body against him.

Dick pulls away to mouth at his neck.

"But-." Jason said, only to be cut off when Dick gave him a quick kiss, nothing more than a simple touch of lips. "B-." Kiss "If you don't-." Kiss "Hey!" Kiss.

Despite himself, Jason laughs.

"See? Doesn't change a single thing."

Dick pulls Jason close, threading their fingers together.

"Aren't you worried? About what 'Dad's' gonna do?"

Dick shrugs.

"Of course I am. Not exactly a conversation I want to have but... you just let me worry about that, 'Bro'."

Jason nuzzles against Dick's neck, before pulling away, shit eating grin on his face.

"Jay..."

"Now, where were we?" He asks, sliding down Dick's body "Before we were so rudely interrupted?"

Dick braces himself against the bannister, tilting his head back and laughing into the night.

X

A.N. – I don't know anything about wine except how much I enjoy drinking it